By Quaz
Grasping at fading memories
I cross that bridge and journey towards
A time when my dullest moments
were the most colourful.
A golden childhood
Life overflowing.
Fishing from the sky
Flying under water
A beautiful vista of curiosity and innocence I explored and owned each moment But… Time eats away at what was She weakens the bridge between now and then She covers yesterday in rust and my fondest memories in cobwebs The trees are older now The stream is weaker And I find myself frantically adding colour to a fading painting
©Richard Quaz Roodt(2012)
Fight against the current